0 comments/ 21094 views/ 0 favorites The Lady Ch. 01 By: Scorpionic She had now ignored him for 5 days and he felt weak, hollow and disheartened. Not since he had known Her had he ever felt like breaking away from Her total mental confinement but this amount of time away from any contact with Her was tearing him apart. Time seemed to drag and drag as he went about his normal life, wanting Her, waiting for Her, needing Her, aching for Her -- but She was gone. -0- A week passed, now a whole 7 days since he had last spoken to Her on the phone -- the very last contact he had with Her. She gave no impression during their call that She was going to leave or punish him and he could only assume that it was the result of some saved retribution from the past for some crime against Her that he had long forgotten. She never forgot or truly forgave. She was always ahead of him, despite his own high intelligence. She always managed, somehow, to manipulate everything around him to Her own benefit but She had never, ever, been this cruel to him in the past. -0- Now he couldn't even remember how long it had been since he had not heard from Her. Walking home from work slouched and depressed, rain beating against his face and saturating his clothes he felt the unbearable pain building in him again. Tears started to burn his eyes and scour his cheeks. There had been occasions in the past when She had total control and power of him when he would have done anything for Her, absolutely anything at all. Walking in the rain would have been easy to him then, but now he struggled to move one foot in front of the other. She had left him and he was alone. -0- Her large, brand new expensive black saloon car prowled to a growling halt in the kerbside on the corner of the road he had to cross. She knew he would pass within minutes; it was his regular route home from work. She had trained him to walk this way every day so that She would always be able to find him at Her whim without his knowledge. Rain pelted against the sheet of glass in front of Her partially obscuring Her view. She knew if She operated the wipers it would distract him and he would see Her. She sat still, observing him intently. She watched him meandering along the sodden pavement, droplets of water bouncing off his shoulders, heavy legged and soaking wet. Surely he must be drunk, he could barely walk. She had never seen him look quite so unwell, his eyes were deeply sunken into his face, and his skin was so grey. "Get ready..." She whispered into Her earpiece microphone, "he is on his way". She watched him pass, as Her heart ached deep within Her. She knew She had hurt him now and seeing his obvious pain She wanted to reach out and comfort him but that wasn't part of Her plan. -0- Reaching the pedestrian crossing at the bottom of the hill he waited for the red outline of a stickman to flash green. Rush hour traffic thundered past him, fellow workers making their way home to their happy lives. Staring out into the waterlogged tarmac he wanted to lurch forwards. End it all now. Life is pointless. She is gone. -0- The timing was impeccable and the weeks of planning had paid off. Her car swept to a stop at the junction at the bottom of the hill just as the large black 4x4 pulled up to the traffic lights. She watched him stumble forwards and the green light flashed glaringly through the rain. Briefly he was out of Her view. She checked Her rear view mirror. Dipped headlights were approaching the rear of Her vehicle from higher up the hill. Timing. It must be right. She saw the door of the black 4x4 swing open and one of Her guards haul his hulking body out of the vehicle. There were no other pedestrians around. Good. No witnesses. The rain and position of the crossing point made it almost impossible for anyone in a passing car to see what was happening. She thought he may struggle but he almost fell into Her guards huge arms. No struggle. No protest. He had given up. As the headlights behind Her grew closer She watched him being bundled into the back of the guard vehicle and watched it sliding away in front of Her. She pulled out behind it and kept a distance suitable for tailing them. Another set of traffic lights ahead. She knew he couldn't try to escape from the vehicle in front of Her. The doors were locked in advance. Only Her guards could let him out. "Is he okay?" She whispered into Her earpiece again. "You didn't hurt him, did you?" "Yes, Mistress. He is fine... cold and wet but fine." American accent replied. -0- Both black vehicles, which were brand new, unregistered and untraceable slowed to a stop on the gravel driveway of Her new home. She peered back to the huge iron gates to ensure that they had automatically closed behind Her car. Silently they swung to their sealed position. She peered forwards watching them removing him from the 4x4. The biggest of the guards now swept him up onto his own broad shoulders and carried him, his body limp like a rag-doll. They must have drugged him, She thought. They must have had trouble along the way. The guards knew that if they beat him, or caused him any harm that She would be able to drop them into seriously hot water with the local mob. She owned them too. They were Her guards and lackeys. The towering doors to the house swung open and Her butler-slave moved aside to let the guards pass with him. She gestured to Her butler-slave and he scurried out in the rain carrying Her large black silk umbrella to keep Her dry as She made Her way across the driveway and into the house. "Mistress, you have three mess...." Her butler-slave tried to speak. "I do NOT want to be disturbed. NO calls! NO anything! I will call if I need you!" She snapped cutting him off mid-sentence. Her butler-slave took Her long leather coat and driving gloves and watched as She strode out past him and into Her private quarters. The guards were now walking towards Her. The width of both of them practically filling the large spacious hallway. She continued walking regardless. They were in Her way and they will move for Her. She cast a gaze at the American, and raised one eyebrow quizzically. "Waiting in your quarters, Mistress", the guard replied to Her unspoken question. -0- She marched into Her private apartment which was only accessible through this one huge jet black door. She closed the door behind Her and punched a code into the key pad locking it behind Her. "Lights?!" She demanded as She continued to walk forwards. A sequence of small lights, positioned in the floor, walls and ceiling followed Her movement through the second hallway keeping Her bathed in just the right amount of light. As She moved ahead the lights trailed off behind Her, the hallway falling into darkness again. She entered an oval expanse at the end of the long door less hallway and stood for a moment composing Herself. She looked at each of the 5 large identical black doors ahead of Her and quickly ran Her plan through Her mind as She had a thousand times already today. Stopping at the huge granite statue in the centre of the oval expanse She smiled a sweet smile and stroked the head of huge stone wolf as it stood in front of Her, almost lifelike but much larger than any wolf She had ever seen. Pausing momentarily She closed Her eyes and felt Her inner power well inside Her. She straightened Herself, flexed Her fingers inside the leather gloves and purposefully made Her way to the centre door. -0- The Lady Ch. 02 She entered the huge expanse of Her domain and viewed him, laid on the large leather clad work platform, curled in the recovery position, as Her guards had been instructed to leave him. She waved Her leather clad hand in front of a panel on the wall and overhead lights twinkled into their full brightness. She expected the strong light to cause him to stir but he remained still. She quickly made Her way over to the side of the work platform, a long rectangular construction; longer and slightly wider than an operating table and covered in taut leather padding. She viewed him there for a moment, laid on his side, as the corner of Her mouth turned upwards into a deliciously sweet smile. She, instinctively, felt under the collar of his rain soaked shirt and felt for his pulse. It beat normally and She felt a wave of relief come over Her. She had him back with Her again and She felt complete once more. Sleeping now, his eyelids lightly fluttering under some drug induced dream She stroked his face tenderly then bent to place the softest of kisses on his forehead. A glimmer of a stir showed within him but still he slept. She had time to prepare him now, but She must work quickly. -0- Dim, soft, blue light entered his eyes as they struggled to open and then failed to focus as quickly as he was used to. He tried to look around but his head was locked in place. Frantically, he charged his senses to evaluate his whole physical being. Quickly, he discovered that he was totally immobile and unable to move. He could feel material against his skin but it felt soft and loose and it certainly was not that which held him in place. His whole body swam with messages; every synapse firing to send signals to his brain. Wrist restraints holding his hands down. His fingers encased in something rigid and unable to move. His fore and upper arms restricted at strategic points. He could flex some muscles but he couldn't move more than a millimetre at most. His neck restrained. His forehead and the sides of his skull immobile. His torso strapped down. His hips, legs and feet also strapped, but in a criss-cross fashion and not by straight strapping. No escape! He swallowed awkwardly. The only parts of his body that he could move freely were his toes and the muscles of his face, although his jaw was restricted by the item holding his head and neck in place. 'I want out', he thought. His brain whirred. He wanted to struggle, to get free of these binds. He didn't know where he was or who those people were that had grabbed him on his way home from work. She must have sold him to another Owner. She had never mentioned it, but he knew it was possible. How could she? After everything they had been through together! He started aching now, the first thoughts of Her swamping his mind, initially blinding him with Her brilliance, as always. But She was gone now. She had discarded him. He felt a sudden sickness well up inside him. He feared he might actually be physically sick and felt his stomach spasm in an automatic response. He started to panic, his eyes searching wildly around above his head. Nothing but ceiling and lights. If he were to vomit now he would choke to death! Panic and fear began to smother him. He breathed in deeply through his mouth and out through his nose as She had taught him as a panic control. Not working. 'Oh, God! Get me out of here!' He thought. But, then, he was distracted. The lights, overhead, were beginning to change colour. From blue emerged a purple hue, then magenta pink and finally to a bright red light. A door opened but he couldn't see anything. 'What the hell is going on?' He struggled again. Survival overtook his need to vomit and he began to wriggle as much as he could, which wasn't much at all. -0- "Lay still!" 'Her voice! She is here! My Goddess!' His mind snapped back to him. Suddenly he felt a deep well of emotion he had never experienced before. She had NOT discarded him. She had taken him back. She had arranged ALL this. She had bound him. A sense of safety and security came over him and he let out a massive sigh, his chest straining against the straps that held him down. He wanted to speak but knew not to in Her company, and he couldn't have done so even if he wanted to, anyway. A lump grew in his throat and hot tears from the extreme emotion were welling in his eyes, stinging as they escaped from the corners and fell down the side of his face into his hairline. "My slave..." she purred at him as She reached the top end of the platform to stand by his head. "I have missed you." She cooed, leaning to look down into his eyes. Looking up at Her the emotion took hold of him, entirely, his face contorting into a full blown set of sobs and tears. He couldn't believe he was looking at Her again. He thought he had lost Her! She looked even more stunning to him than ever, Her powerful eyes reading him through his tears. She reached over him and gently dabbed at the corners of his eyes with a soft cloth. "Sssshhhh, my slave..." she whispered, "everything is going to be just fine now." The Lady Ch. 03 She stood over him for a while, Her eyes searching deep within his soul, reading his mind. One of Her long leather gloved fingers gently traced a line along his cheek. Tingles flashed through his skin under Her touch. Electricity now coursing through every fibre of his body. He could see Her mind working and automatically felt at peace again. He thought he had lost his Mistress but here She was in front of him in all Her glory. He was whole again. "you were lost for a while, My slave" She whispered, leaning in close against his ear. Without awaiting his response She moved quickly away from him. He strained to watch Her depart but his head was still restricted and immobile. 'Why had She brought me here?' he thought. 'What is this place?' He could hear Her moving around just out of sight. She hummed to Herself occasionally, a true sign, which he had come to appreciate over time, that She was truly happy. His cock stirred even more while his balls ached, responding totally to Her apparent contentment. He relished the feel of the loose material which covered his body as his unrestrained cock reached up to stroke against it. But gratification didn't matter now. 'What will happen to me?' he wondered. She moved along beside him now standing against his right hand side. She was further down the length of the table than he could clearly see while his head could not move to observe Her. "but you are safe now, My slave... Have you missed me?" She questioned him. He stirred again at Her words. His whole body, mind and spirit totally awakened by Her presence. He ached for Her to touch him, manipulate him and make him Her property once more. He had been lost without Her for so long. He wanted to be made Her possession again. He wanted to feel safe under Her immense power forever. "Mmmm... yes, Mistress" he struggled to answer his jaw held almost closed. Purposefully She took hold of two of the corners of the black silk sheet which had been laid over him. She loved the sensation of silk against his body and knew it was such tease for him to be laid there now just feeling it feather-light against his skin. She ensured that the weight of the silk grazed across the tip of his cock and purred with delight as it bounced responding to Her. He felt the material slither across his body from left to right, the tease of Her stroking it against his genitals. He wanted to cry out, to beg Her to take him now but he must wait. If he did anything against Her wishes now he may lose Her forever, and permanently this time. He closed his eyes tightly and accepted his fate. He knew this would never end. She folded the material carefully and placed it on a shelf below the platform upon which Her slave was now laid. She cast Her eyes over his naked torso intently examining every centimetre of his skin. She moved along the side of the platform, not touching him except with Her gaze. Down at the bottom of the table She ceased Her movements to look upon the length of his body from between his feet. She crouched slightly and brought Her eye-level lower down and more level with the platform. He almost felt Her fix Her eyes on his testicles as they contorted between his legs. But onwards She moved, working Her way around the left hand side of the platform and back up to his head. He heard something move out of sight, the sound of something being dragged across the floor. 'What now?' he wondered. She pulled the tall leather covered stool closer to the platform and sidled up onto it so that She could sit above him in comfort. She reached into Her pocket and removed a long slender silver cigarette case (which he had never seen before) and placed a rather long stick between Her sensual lips. The case also incorporated a lighter and he wondered if this may have been a gift She had received from one of Her many admirers. 'Where have you been all these weeks, my Mistress?' he questioned in his own mind. He wanted to know but wasn't about to even dare contemplating asking such an impertinent question of Her now. She may strike him down, or worse, discard him forever. "Now, my slave" She spoke clearly now and with total purpose, "now that I have you totally comfortable and in no position but to listen to me, I have a story to tell you". He swooned as he saw the blue curls of smoke curling from between Her lips and nose. Nothing else mattered. He could remain here forever, as long as he was with Her he would be happy. -0- She sat in the tall stool for what seemed like hours recalling Her story to him. He was stunned and in awe at Her words. She explained to him why She had been absent for so long and why She had discarded him, although temporarily. Pain filled his heart occasionally as tears welled again in his eyes. He wanted to be able to comfort Her now and take comfort from Her, but She left him bound on the leather platform. He had rarely heard Her voice or manner falter yet as She told Her story to him now She, occasionally, caught Her breath and once even fidgeted on Her high seat above him. She had placed the chair exquisitely behind him. All he managed to glimpse of Her were Her face, neck and shoulders. He could see no lower and had no idea which costume She might be wearing. After She initially started talking She had asked him to focus on a small black 'X' marked on the ceiling directly above him. She didn't want him watching Her while She spoke. He lay there listening to Her hypnotic voice for hours totally relaxed now he was in Her presence. His head swam erratically with the information She revealed to him now. 'How could all this be?' he puzzled. -0- The Lady Ch. 04 Three months earlier She replaced the handset on Her phone having finished talking to him and having set him a task to complete while She was away for a couple of days. She had a private function planned and would not require his services on this occasion so had decided to leave him bubbling on the side-lines waiting for Her imminent return. However, Her plans were interrupted and Her intentions were stopped in their tracks. The very next morning She had received a special delivery letter at Her quite normal and humble abode. She wearily opened the letter wondering who was writing to Her now. Surely it would be some request for a payment, or some other irritation in Her normal daily life. How wrong She was. Upon opening the seal of the large cream velum envelope She discovered a letter which was handwritten in the darkest of black inks, the letters spidering across the page. She read the following words with total amazement: "My Dearest Friend, I have been watching You for many years! You have struggled through life, valiantly, over the years and I have waited, most patiently, for You to find Your true way. Thankfully You have now indeed fulfilled My expectations and You may now reap the rewards of your honesty to Your true inner self, Your wants and Your desires. I have waited for the day when You, my progeny, would, indeed, release the real inner power of Your "Dominant Woman" upon the realm of mankind. My Dearest Child...Your time has come! With My Fondest Regards and Utmost Respect, Lady Grace" Stunned as She read these words, questions and confusion entered Her mind as She slumped down into a chair. She had no idea who "Lady Grace" was or why this letter had been addressed to Her in this way. 'What is going on?' She quizzed. Her hand dropped and, suddenly, a small card fell out of the apparently empty envelope. No.1, Great Castle Street London W1 2DW She read the address on the small expensive business card. The information meant nothing to Her. She flipped the card over and found the same rhythmical writing on the reverse. Monday, 5th January 2pm She slumped back into the chair again. Stunned and bemused by this whole experience. She was confused and very wary. This could be a ploy by someone to trap Her. The date on the card was in two short days time. Was She really supposed to attend? -0- As per Her original plans She attended Her function and socialised with Her friends. Still the letter and the words written on the business card baffled and puzzled Her. She dare not discuss this matter with any of Her friends and knew that She appeared distracted throughout the evening. Eventually, She left the party early and made Her way home to the safety of Her meagre home. She curled up in bed, for the first time in years, like a small child, the letter resting on Her bed-side table as if to taunt Her. -0- The morning of the 5th of January arrived and She rose earlier than normal. Having bathed and dressed in a sumptuous black outfit She wrapped Her long leather coat around Her shoulders and made Her way to Her car. She would attend this request for Her company but ensured that Her Dictaphone sat neatly and unnoticed in the hidden breast pocket of Her jacket. No one would trap Her that easily. She had already contacted one of Her closest and most trusted friends and given them the address of Her "meeting" and explained that if She did not call to confirm She was safe by 5pm that he should contact the Metropolitan Police immediately. -0- Sitting on the fast train through to London She contemplated Her fate. Her mouth was dry and She desperately wanted to smoke but it was not allowed. She so hated these petty restrictions and wished away the minutes as the train scurried through the countryside en route to the Capital. -0- Upon arriving at Victoria Station She wafted through the crowds, a vision in black leather and her classy black suit. Her hair was perfect and Her hands, as ever, were coated with Her trusty leather gloves. She made Her way to the Taxi rank and stood smoking a much needed cigarette while She waited for Her ride. As She climbed in behind the overweight and abrupt driver She uttered the three words of the address of Her destination. The taxi swept out of the rank as She felt Her senses sharpen and Her stomach coil with anticipation. -0- Great Castle Street wasn't as grand as it had seemed on the business card. It was a small back street a couple of roads behind Piccadilly and the taxi had to manoeuvre around several delivery lorries which were unloading at the back of some prominent restaurants. She thrust some money into the driver's hand and looked along the short street. One way only. A small alleyway to the left. Piccadilly to Her right. She pondered carefully. She could still turn back. But the words in the letter held Her focus. The word "progeny" had been mentioned but as far as She knew She was now an orphan. She wanted to know who was fooling with Her now. Blowing smoke through Her nostrils and treading on the butt to put it out She squared Her shoulders and strode forwards with purpose. The property was soon before Her. A looming four storey building, tainted by years of pollution and weathering. The large black door had a huge lion head knocker and a bell to the right hand side. She stood for a moment, breathed in deeply and depressed the button. Silence. No response. She stepped backwards on the large granite steps and looked up at the curtained windows. No movement. Someone was fooling with Her for sure. She grumbled under Her breath and turned to move away. Suddenly a loud click as the door was unlocked and began to swing open. She turned to see a aged and grey haired butler standing in front of Her, smiling and gesturing for Her to enter. She felt it strange that he would not make eye contact with Her. His eyes remained fixed upon the floor. "Lady Grace has been expecting you, Mistress Smith", the butler uttered respectfully. -0- The Lady Ch. 05 She continued with Her story apparently still stunned by the events of the last three months. He laid respectfully quiet, still unable to move within his restrictions, yet soaking up the events as She revealed them to him. He was stunned by Her news and now realised why She had shut him out of Her life for so long. -0- She sat in a huge drawing room, surrounded by expensive furniture, paintings and ornaments. She had been shown to a large leather Chesterfield chair beside a crackling fire and the frail old butler had taken Her coat. She sipped on the brandy he had then brought Her, his manner still servile. She stared into the flames of the fire feeling wary of Her predicament here now. This house was unknown to Her. How could She escape. "Fear not, my child" a low female voice echoed through the vast expanse of the room. She turned to see a tall, strong looking woman who had the most striking turquoise eyes She thought She had ever seen. The woman before Her was also dressed fully in black and had silken white hair piled up on Her head. Red lips curled into a devilish smile as She placed herself in the chair opposite Her. "I am Lady Grace, My darling, " the woman spoke again, "and I am your father's sister" She stumbled with Her words as She wanted to explain that there must be some kind of mistake. Her father had been adopted as a small child, as far as She knew. She had been raised by Her grandparents since Her mother's demise and had grown distant from Her father throughout Her adult life. Lady Grace warmed to Her instantly, Her own wise eyes reading Her face with interest and apparent approval. More drinks were supplied and She was finally informed of Her true position in life. Apparently, Her father had been placed for adoption as he was male and useless to a special lineage of women. His progress was monitored by Lady Grace who was at least twenty years older than Her father. Lady Grace had then focussed Her attentions on Her niece immediately after She was born and watched Her life unfold. She was told how She belonged within a close line of Dominants, all powerful women in their own fields and all members of the same family. The elder Dominants had agreed with Lady Grace that the child would be watched for progress and that if, on day, She showed that She was naturally dominant and therefore, a rightful heir to lineage that Lady Grace could then welcome Her into their institution of Dominants. Lady Grace explained how She had painfully watched Her struggle through Her normal life, wanting to help Her through all the troubles She had experienced but Lady Grace had been denied this by the Elders. She had to grow into Her own Dominance naturally and without any outside influence if She were to be granted Her position among the handful of women that held true power in this Country. She learned how She would, now, be automatically gifted property, riches and money beyond Her wildest dreams, and that She must focus Her natural Dominance within herself and outwardly into a business venture that would also be given to Her. She was also told how She would now become a Lady. She would from this day forwards be known as Lady Smith, as this was the name She had chosen for herself.